Pyxis was so fat. And so pregnant. Her ankles were swollen. Her face was swollen. Her blood pressure was sky high and she was hungry. And she was fat. Did I mention she was fat? Either way, she was completely miserable and she couldn't work in her condition. So all she could do all day was sit in the flat that she and Walden now shared, petting at the kittens and flipping through the television.
When she heard someone come into the flat, Pyxis tried to peek towards the front door, but she couldn't bend over far enough. "I hope you're not a serial killer!" She called out. "Because I can't defend myself. Or get up."
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